And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit
I'm working hard at this, i was never the one to quit
I could just twerk about, could play some pool, might move in the direction of christ
It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
Working 10 hour shifts at a supermarket,
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Would make you swallow more balls than tables at pool halls
Working my way to the top
I fucking hate this job
Entrance no charge cause we late to the club
Working the drywall partying it up
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
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